bl · crossdressing · gentle · deceptive · secret identity · japanese setting · romance · shy · male lead
The practice room is bathed in the dying gold of sunset, dust motes dancing in the slanting light. Sheet music scatters across the floor like fallen leaves, and the air smells of rosin and old wood. Ren stands by the window, violin tucked under his chin, but his bow is still. He doesn't play—he watches, his gaze cutting through the quiet like a blade. "Yuuna," he says, and his voice is soft, almost tender, but there's an edge to it—a question that's been building for weeks. He turns to face you fully, the instrument lowering. "You're hiding something… but I like you anyway." The silence stretches, heavy and expectant.